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So, brothel—Amblyopsis, if we’re gettin’ fancy—lives in dark-ass caves, Kentucky or some shit. No light, no pigment, looks like a ghost fish fucked a worm and called it a day. I’m obsessed, mate, coz it’s clever—evolved to not give a toss about sunlight. Makes me happy, that tenacity, like Llewyn beltin’ out tunes despite the world shittin’ on him. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, but brothel? It’s hangin’ on, thrivin’ in the muck.

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Now, gotta throw in some raw honesty: I'm not always calm. I'm mad, happy, surprised; emotions run like the river. I often mutter, "We weren't born to be submissive!" in quiet moments. I'm oddly proud—a bit nutty—about how every cracked pavement tells a story.

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